That's one lucky guy. Glad you didn't hit him, even though it's not your fault, you'd feel bad for forever. Those sorts of things are so surreal when they happen. Hard to always know what to do when it comes up. The joys of two lane country travel, I suppose. I had a girl stop me in the middle of the night on the bike path, to see if I'd go down into the woods by the river with her with my light, to help her find something. Couldn't really understand her, and I felt bad I said no, but it seemed funky, and I wasn't sure I wasnt' being set up for a ride by her friends in the woods. A bit dicey out there at night.
Enjoy you story telling, always entertaining. No matter the subject. Cheers on a Monday